ALAN CUMMING: This is "Masterpiece Mystery!"

Trying to get yourself killed?

CUMMING: Previously on "Grantchester."

You've got to stop doing this.

VIOLET: Where I come from, "us" could never be.

LEONARD: This is Will Davenport.

Ah, how do you do?

GEORDIE: I know that must've cost you personally, and I am grateful, Mr. Davenport.

I'll come with you.

I love you, Violet.

GEORDIE: Sidney Chambers happy.

Who would have thought?

One last game, Sidney?

One last game.

♪ ♪ CUMMING: "Grantchester."

Right now, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ CATHY: For any occasion or just every day, hm?

We can help you in every way.

Find toys for baby, dresses for Mum... cigars for Daddy, all at... Swinnertons!

Swinnertons!

(chuckles) (people talking in background) What's the electricity bill for this place?

(quietly): Oh, this is nothing.

You should see home appliances downstairs.

In five years' time, I'll never have to set foot in a kitchen again.

Catherine Keating.

Is this the husband or the fancy man?

Oh... (chuckles) Come on!

Hands off, you lot, this one's mine.

(women giggling) And now the inside leg.

To the left.

Cathy... Oh, don't worry, we talk about everything in here.

Oh!

Oh, left it is.

(chuckles) You are going to love Renato's for your anniversary dinner.

The peach melba is divine.

"Divine"?

And you are going to look just as delicious when we're finished with you.

I'll fetch some fabric.

(door opens, closes) He's a bit... (gasps): Do you think?

That's what Dotty says, but Sandra swears he isn't.

He's lovely, though, isn't he?

He knows all the latest trends, all the places to go.

I don't see what's wrong with this suit.

It's old-fashioned.

You want something slimmer in the leg.

Look.

Besides, you deserve a bit of cheering up.

I'm fine.

Think you miss him more than I do.

Hm... Bloody jazz, women troubles.

Nice to have a bit of peace for a change.

There.

What do you think?

Does this mean I'm hip now?

(chuckling) (knock at door) Now, what about sharkskin?

It's the fabric of the future.

("The Great Pretender" by The Platters playing) ♪ Oh, yes, I'm the great pretender ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Pretending that I'm doing well ♪ "Taking a new step... "Uttering a new word is what people fear most."

That was Russian writer Fyodor Dostoevsky in his seminal novel "Crime and Punishment."

(people murmuring) (Dickens barking) LEONARD (voiceover): But what would he know?

Ooh!

The Russians can't go 50 years without one revolution or another.

(chuckling politely) I like to think that every end-- no matter how sad...

The Father... (voiceover): ...is a new beginning.

(baby wailing) (voiceover): We should walk into the future... (Dickens barking) with our heads held high and our hearts open to new possibilities... (congregation applauds) (voiceover): ...to hope.

Dickens, sit!

(voiceover): We don't need a revolution here.

Good boy.

A new broom, maybe.

Or maybe even an old broom that you'd forgotten, at the back of the cupboard.

(chuckling) But if you use it, like Mrs. Chapman wields hers at the vicarage... (laughing) Then we can all look forward to a fresh and happy future for many years to come.

(people murmuring) ♪ ♪ (footsteps echoing) (doorbell buzzes) (clears throat) (Simms coughing) Yes?

Inspector Keating.

I'm here about the break-in.

Inspector?

You are Mr. Amery?

Ah-- no!

I wish.

To be young again, eh?

I, I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding.

You see, Mr. Amery thought there was a break-in, but, um, there wasn't-- it was only me.

And you are?

Alex.

Professor Alex Simms.

Well, may I speak to Mr. Amery?

(quietly): Yeah.

♪ ♪ (bell ringing) (machinery whirring) (people talking quietly in background) SIMMS: Mr. Amery, police here for you.

See what I mean?

Bright young thing.

Tell him what we established.

You reported a break-in?

(chuckles softly): Well, yes, sir, um...

I came in and... SIMMS: Yes, it was me here all along.

I was working late.

JEAN SIMMS: That's not unusual.

We're on a deadline.

And you are?

Jean Simms, head of Computing.

My beautiful wife.

Thank you.

So what exactly led you to believe there was a break-in in the first place?

The locks are intact.

Well, it was...

It was just that things were out of place, um... My cup was broken... SIMMS: Oh, I'll get you a new one!

Bloody programmers.

One-track mind.

Yes, sir-- sorry.

sir.

But you were first one in this morning.

Oh, for heaven's sake, are we still talking about this?

Well, I thought so.

I just stepped out to get some air.

(metal clattering, Simms grunts) Is anyone else feeling warm?

(switch clicks) JEAN: There, is that better?

May I ask if you've been drinking, professor?

Maybe last night.

Not a crime now, is it?

(chuckles softly) I'll be the judge of that.

JEAN (quietly): Are you sure you didn't have a bit more than normal?

(grinds, stops) (groans) Karla!

(shouts): Karla!

Sorry, sorry.

Can you check this reader?

I, I've already checked it.

Then why isn't she working?

Well, seeing as we've established no crime has been committed here, I think we should let you get back to your work, and we'll do the same.

So sorry for wasting your time, Inspector.

(birds chirping) JACK: "Dear Sir, "I am writing to commend Mr. L. Finch on a sterling job "since Mr. S. Chambers' untimely departure some weeks ago."

Mrs. C!

It's true.

JACK: "In all my years "as a dedicated churchgoer, I can safely say I have never seen a finer interregnum."

Me, either.

JACK: "I would strongly recommend Mr. Finch "for the permanent role "as vicar of Grantchester.

"He has the requisite skills "in abundance, "as well as the support "of the parish, who, I'm sure, would be most unhappy were he to be denied."

Mm!

"I look forward to hearing "your positive response.

"Sincerely, "Mrs. Sylvia Chapman.

"P.S.

The weathercock still requires urgent attention."

Hear, hear!

It's very kind, but I'm not sure that's how it works.

We'll see!

The church council can make things very difficult for the diocese, indeed.

They still have to send their candidate to the churchwardens for their consent.

No harm in getting in early.

JACK: And I can tell you.

She does not consent to much.

No, I do not.

♪ ♪ I mean, was your husband even capable of operating that thing last night?

Well, he can be a little eccentric, but then, um... great minds often are.

Um...

Professor Simms.

What exactly were you working on last night?

Lythams.

JEAN: Teashops.

Processing their stocking and restocking.

We mostly do research for the university, but work for local businesses helps to keep UNIAC's lights on.

"UNIAC"?

University Automatic Calculator.

JEAN: It's his baby.

Maniac, more like.

SIMMS: It's the future, Inspector.

Imagine one of these in every workplace.

Don't think it would fit.

(stammers): Not this one-- it's old.

The, the newer ones are smaller.

More efficient.

More reliable.

They're untested.

And they can do much more than stocking teashops.

(stammers): In the future, they'll be able to do everything.

Maybe even your job one day, Inspector.

No need to look so threatened.

We're still a long way from that.

Not necessarily.

SIMMS: Think of all the extra time you'll have to drink, dance, and love.

(quietly): Off.

(Simms coughs) I doubt it's that easy.

Everything is programmable, Inspector.

Take one of your cases, for example, your deduction would be based on a set of probabilities, presuppositions, and, of course, evidence.

(slides chalkboard) Is there motive?

Yes or no?

Is there proof?

Yes or no?

(coughs) Alex?

Are they guilty?

Yes or no?

If you ask enough questions in the right sequence, the program, and then you put the answers together, then you have your result.

Isn't that right?

(retching, Jean gasps) (groaning, retching) Sit down!

Are you all right?

Oh, God.

(wheezing) What?

The mercury.

Out!

Everybody.

Out!

(Simms wheezing) (Simms falls to floor) JEAN: Alex?

Alex!

Alex.

Alex!

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (thunder rumbling) (people talking in background, rain falling) Why the need for so much mercury?

Electrical pulses move more slowly through the mercury, meaning it can store data, like a memory.

GEORDIE: Please, just give me a minute, please.

He's my husband, I want to talk to him.

He'll be fine.

These mercury tanks, do they break by themselves?

It's possible, they're temperature-sensitive.

But not likely.

They're metal tubes inside a wooden box.

GEORDIE (voiceover): So it must have been sabotage.

Who else has access to the lab?

JEAN (voiceover): Just the four of us.

GEORDIE: And would the professor ever bring people back?

JEAN: Students.

Clients, obviously.

But after hours?

What are you getting at, Inspector?

Professor Simms did admit he spent the night there, which explains the prolonged exposure to the mercury fumes.

I just wondered if he was alone.

Because whoever was with him could be a suspect.

Are you saying someone could've broken the tanks on purpose?

No, Alex is a kind man.

He is a wonderful husband and teacher.

I can't imagine anyone would want to hurt him.

It's more likely he banged into the box drunk and hadn't realized, knowing him.

(ambulance door closes) They said they did everything they could.

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) What do you think you're doing?

Oh, sorry.

I was on my break.

I wanted something new to wear to dinner, but...

I just thought whilst it was quiet... No, it's fine, but, uh... that?

Too young?

Color brings out the flush on your décolletage.

Flush?

What we need is something that plays to your strengths.

(sighing): An apron?

(laughs): Come on.

I think I saw on the floor something that might just be the thing.

Ooh!

LARRY: These were the ones that were broken.

A boot, maybe?

A hammer?

Imagine, though.

A machine having a memory.

Can it remember who did it?

Don't think so.

Not much good to us, then, is it?

Can I ask what it is you're looking for, guv?

Clues, Larry.

Evidence.

(paper rustles) "Application for new computer."

No.

Something out of place.

Unusual.

The professor didn't want us poking round, which suggests he's got something to hide.

Question is-- what?

And his wife might want to believe he was on his own last night.

(continues opening drawers) I'm not so sure.

♪ ♪ So the next question is, who was he with?

♪ ♪ (places glasses down) You see the hourglass look narrows your waist and makes the most of everything else.

You think?

They'll be putting you in the window dressed like that.

(gasps) Geordie'll kill me if he finds out how much it costs.

It's your anniversary.

Does he know how much his suit was yet?

(snorts): I hid the receipt.

(laughs) Then we've got two little secrets.

♪ ♪ DONOVAN: Ooh!

Nice suit.

What is that?

Italian?

Well, haven't you heard?

I've gone part-time as a gigolo.

(chuckling) Anything juicy?

Killer robot.

What?

Inspector thinks the victim was having an affair.

Oh, yeah?

Mm, he was hiding something.

He's got previous.

"Importuning.

Arrested but not charged."

How'd he manage that, then?

Professor.

The type with friends in high places.

Importuning?

(drops file on desk) For immoral purposes.

On Jesus Green?

After dark?

He's a pansy, Larry!

Oh!

Oh, right.

But he's married.

(bird squawking) Hello and welcome, everyone.

DANIEL: That's a bit too casual.

What's wrong with the pulpit?

Sidney never liked to use it.

He said it put a barrier between him and the congregation.

Well, you're not Sidney.

And you shouldn't try to be.

You're wonderful as you are-- now come on.

I'll... No, not... here.

(door opens, footsteps approaching) MRS. CHAPMAN: I told him you were busy, Mr. Finch.

That this wasn't a branch of the local constabulary anymore.

You're here to see me?

Thank you, Mrs. Chapman.

Well, I was just wondering whether you knew anything about the Greeks.

The Greeks?

He's a vicar, not a travel agent.

As in literature.

It's for a case I'm working on.

Oh, here we go.

"To my Zeus, I'll be your Ganymede."

Signed B. GEORDIE: I've been led to believe the victim associated with other men who had an interest in the Greeks.

Well, Ganymede was said to be the most beautiful of all mortals, so much so that Zeus abducted him to be his cup-bearer.

Right.

And would you have any idea where university men with such shared interests might be likely to congregate?

Maybe the Classics Department.

I think the inspector means socially, where... men of the same interest... What's "same" again in Greek?

Homo.

Oh!

Oh...

I see.

Well, I wouldn't really know.

There is one place.

But I doubt they would welcome any attention, given the police's attitude to the Greeks.

It's for a murder investigation.

What have you got against the Greeks?

What if the inspector could assure us that murder was the only crime he'd... investigate while there?

Sidney did always find a way to help Inspector Keating.

Ganymede may have a double meaning.

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: You know, you really didn't have to come.

So, how would you and Sidney play this?

Do we... stake it out?

I was just gonna go in and ask a few questions.

They won't talk to you as a... (whispering): Policeman.

So, what do you suggest?

Actually, you'll be fine in that suit.

(inhaling): All right, follow my lead.

♪ ♪ (door opens) Gentlemen, I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

We are as unversed as Artemis herself.

Ah, but you know your myths-- and that is a fabulous suit.

If you please, sign the register, and then follow me into the lounge.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ "Sidney Chambers"?

I didn't want to write my real name.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background, glasses clinking) Same handwriting.

So we're looking for a Robert Hazelwood-- if that's his real name.

He was in last night.

Ingenious.

Elementary, even.

After you.

Oh, come on, it's hardly gonna be Sodom and Gomorrah.

Is it?

(men talking in background) (people talking in background) Tom Collins.

Ooh!

Everybody's drinking them stateside.

Oh!

(chuckles) "Stateside."

(chuckles) (glasses clink) Oh!

(laughs) So, come on, then, why ain't you married?

Well, you say all the right things, you know your drinks from your dresses... (laughs) Just not found the right girl?

How do you think I keep my finger on the pulse?

By staying single-- free and easy.

No house to run.

No kids turning me grey.

Oh, it doesn't sound much, I'll give you that.

But I wouldn't swap it for the world.

Ooh... it's gone straight to my head.

(laughs) (laughing) (men laughing, talking softly) Are you all right?

I shouldn't have come.

It's practically Dionysian.

Is that near Athens?

It means debauched, frenzied.

I wouldn't go that far.

Look more like business types to me.

Academics, lawyers.

Probably how Simms got off his importuning charge.

BERNARD: Gentlemen.

This is your boy.

He will fetch you your drinks.

Actually, we're looking for a friend of ours-- Robert Hazelwood.

Right.

You wouldn't happen to know where we might find him?

We do not make introductions.

We do not hold information.

We are simply an Ancient Greek-inspired drinking club.

That is all.

Now... What would you like?

Do you do pints?

LEONARD: Something stiff.

Large.

Mrs. Simms?

Oi!

(door opens) Efharisto.

♪ ♪ Mrs. Simms!

Mrs. Simms!

Stop!

I'll cut her off!

(bicycle bell ringing) (yelps) I'm terribly sorry.

Sorry!

GEORDIE: I know your name.

I know where you work.

It's not going to be difficult to find your address.

(both breathing heavily) That's right-- turn around.

(both breathing heavily) Sorry.

It's been a trying time.

LEONARD: Stop!

Police!

Thank you, Leonard!

(breathing heavily) Watch your step, Mrs. Keating.

Oh!

(laughing) It can go straight to your head.

Why do you think I drink them?

I've got you an anniversary present.

Ooh, Anthony!

You shouldn't have.

Not at all.

It's the least I can do.

(grunts) Anthony?

No!

(whispers): Yes.

(struggling) No!

(breathing heavily) Go on, then, tell him!

Tell him what you were doing on your anniversary!

♪ ♪ (lighter snaps shut) GEORDIE: What were you doing there, Jean?

I just fancied a drink.

Then why did you run when you saw us?

You knew about your husband's... proclivities?

I knew what Alex was, if that's what you mean.

Where did you meet?

I can't say.

GEORDIE: I've seen the gaps in his file.

I'm guessing Bletchley.

Well, if that's true, before you charge a man like Alex, you should know that we might have won the war on a machine he designed.

No medal.

No special dispensation.

No thanks.

I had to marry the bugger.

Help keep his name in the clear so the university could employ him.

Lost a fantastic mind otherwise.

(inhales) Why didn't you tell me?

Why do you think?

It'd ruin his reputation.

Tarnish his work-- our work.

What were you doing at the Ganymede?

Much the same as you, I'd imagine, Inspector.

I was looking for the man he was with last night.

You know who B. is?

This is the man that could've killed your husband.

No.

I don't think that.

Because they were in love.

They were happy.

I just thought he might've seen something.

Perhaps he could help.

I could go back to the Ganymede with a warrant.

Start arresting people for gross indecency until I find him.

Inspector.

If you think this man could help find out the truth about Alex, then let us help find him.

It's what the inspector does best.

Bobby Guthrie.

He and Alex had been seeing each other for well over a year now.

♪ ♪ "Robert Hazelwood."

Didn't work very hard on his alias, did he?

And the bastard's got kids.

Mrs. Guthrie?

Is your husband home?

Is everything all right?

He came home ill this morning.

I don't know what's the matter with him.

(Guthrie wheezing) It's mercury poisoning.

Call an ambulance.

Now!

(wheezing) ♪ ♪ (stammers): Ma'am...

Inspector.

You found Bobby?

GEORDIE: Yes.

Okay.

He was ill. Just like Alex.

But maybe you knew that already.

I beg your pardon?

Wife discovers husband is having affairs with men.

Man, not men-- just Bobby.

And they're both poisoned in your lab.

That's preposterous!

You had reason.

Access to the murder weapon.

I told you, he was my husband.

Maybe not in the traditional sense, but I loved him.

You're not wearing a wedding ring.

I misplaced it.

GEORDIE: And you're back at work the day he died.

It's what he lived for.

This computer-- it is him-- so please don't tell me how I'm supposed to feel.

KARLA: Mrs. Simms left with me last night.

♪ ♪ Hush now.

I can assure you she did not touch the mercury tanks.

And she had no reason to be jealous of Alex and Bobby.

And how's that?

(quietly): Think of your reputation.

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: I'm waiting.

Geordie... KARLA: We knew about Bobby.

Just like Alex knew about us.

♪ ♪ (exhales) LEONARD: Apparently, it's not illegal because Queen Victoria couldn't imagine what two women would... get up to together.

And no one had the constitution to explain.

Queen Victoria's not the only one.

And I thought the computer was gonna be the complicated bit.

Give me a nice armed robbery any day of the week.

(chuckles softly) What would Sidney do now?

(exhales): This.

(chuckles softly) I'm speaking with Bobby once the doctors are done with him.

Just because he's ill doesn't make him innocent.

And if it wasn't him, then perhaps he could help shed some light on the... ...ladies.

I suppose them being together could be seen to make them more, not less, likely to want Alex out of the way.

(people talking in background) Oh, we'll make a detective out of you yet, Leonard.

Would you like a game of backgammon while we wrestle with the facts?

That's draughts.

Oh.

I've got dinner with Cathy anyway-- it's our anniversary.

I'll pick this mess up in the morning.

Oh, you should've said.

Well, what time do you need me tomorrow?

(slyly): Not too early, I imagine.

You've done more than enough Leonard, I'll take it from here.

No, I wouldn't dream of it.

It's all part of my pastoral duties.

"Pray 999."

(chuckling softly) So, you reckon you're quid's in for the Grantchester job, then?

Well, that's not for me to say, but Mrs. Chapman seems quite certain.

If she's on your side, you're a shoo-in.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (motorcycle engine running) ♪ ♪ (engine roaring) (engine slowing) What the Dickens!

Sorry!

Sorry!

(engine stops) Admiring the view.

Mrs. Chapman?

I'm William Davenport-- Will.

The archdeacon sent me to introduce myself as the prospective new vicar of Grantchester.

Did he now?

It's a real pleasure, I've heard so much about you.

Well, you can tell the archdeacon that the position's already been taken, thank you very much.

(birds chirping) (door slams loudly) ♪ ♪ (places lipstick down) (cutlery clanking, people talking in background) GEORDIE: When we first met, bakers knew how much bread they needed to make.

Didn't need a computer to tell them.

And men were men, and Greeks were from Greece.

People were simpler.

You know?

Like us.

How's the peach melba?

Divine?

Can we go home now, please?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

What's wrong?

I don't feel very well.

But you've just... ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (bicycle bell ringing) MRS. CHAPMAN: You should've seen his face when I sent him packing!

Well, I hope you weren't too abrupt.

Did you happen to catch a name?

Nope, just some wet-behind-the-ears novice-- not a patch on you.

Chew your food.

(with full mouth): I'm meeting Inspector Keating at 9:00.

(pan sizzling) Have an extra sausage if you're fighting crimes.

♪ ♪ (knocking at door) (inhales, sighs) How was your dinner?

I'll put it this way, Leonard-- you're better off with Greeks than women.

(door opens) Hello.

GEORDIE: Mrs. Guthrie.

I understand your husband discharged himself from hospital.

Mm.

(children playing outside) I need to know what happened at the lab.

I'm, I'm sorry, I, I don't know what you're talking about.

The Cambridge Mathematical Laboratory, where you spent a night with Professor Alex Simms.

Don't play silly buggers.

You just had treatment for the mercury you were exposed to there.

I don't know how that happened.

I understand some things are difficult to talk about, but Mrs. Simms told us about your relationship with Alex.

And if you cared for him-- as I believe you did-- then I'm sure you'd want to help find out what happened.

GEORDIE: It's either that or you had something to do with it yourself.

I don't know a Professor Alex Simms.

Right.

These are the clothes you were wearing yesterday.

Let's have a look, shall we?

(stammering): Excuse me!

(objects rattling) (drops clothes) ♪ ♪ What's this?

I've, I've never seen it in my life before.

What's on it?

Have you pieced together what happened yet?

Mr. Guthrie?

I don't know.

What's that?

That is evidence in a murder enquiry.

Murder?

He, he, he must've placed it there himself.

Inspector Keating wouldn't do that.

I've been stood here the entire time.

All right, I've had enough of secrets and codes!

What's on it?

Ring a solicitor, will you?

Mr. Guthrie, this is futile.

GEORDIE: Did you steal it from the lab?

Tell him it's urgent.

Or did he give it to you?

Who?

Professor Alex Simms.

For the last time, Mr. Guthrie, what's on this tape?

Who's Alex Simms?

Geordie!

He's the man your husband was having an affair with.

(breathing shakily) (exhales) (exhales) (sighs) (knocker clangs) No, don't look at me like that.

You had no right to do that.

He was lying to her-- to everyone.

What choice does he have?

What choice do I have?

It's against the law, I'm a policeman.

You're also supposed to be a good man!

Or was that just Sidney's influence?

I miss him, too, but that's no excuse to behave like that, and neither is whatever happened between you and Cathy last night.

That has got nothing to do with this.

Well, have you ever considered that Professor Simms' relationships had nothing to do with his murder?

We'll see about that once we know what's on this tape, won't we?

I don't think I'm cut out for this.

I think you're right.

(birds chirping) Oh, I forgot to give you these.

Anniversary present.

They're only doilies.

13 years is lace, congratulations.

♪ ♪ I suppose he was just doing his job, but that's the difference, isn't it?

A clergyman counsels, keeps confidences.

A detective has to... rip them apart!

You're just kind, that's all.

You always look for the best in people.

(sighs) And I'm very lucky you do-- for my sake, at least.

MRS. CHAPMAN: The archdeacon rang to arrange... ♪ ♪ Mrs. C.!

Mrs. C., please!

Leonard.

Go.

Just go, please.

♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ (clears throat) (doorbell buzzes) Where are the others?

They're at lunch.

They always eat together.

(stammers): It is work.

I managed to program her to play noughts and crosses.

Can you tell me what's on this?

(exhales) Is it to do with the case?

Possibly.

Well, first... You thread it into the reader here.

(flicks switch, machine whirring) The code goes through the new thermionic valves, and once processed, its contents are displayed via cathode ray tube display there.

(machine whirring) Do you really think Mrs. Simms could've done it?

It was all happy families if I listened to them.

What do you think?

I don't know.

They did argue.

About what?

I tried not to listen.

It was all so complicated.

Not like this old girl.

(whirring stops, bell rings) ♪ ♪ I received your letter this morning, Mrs. Chapman, and I must say it is no surprise that Mr. Finch has been doing such an admirable job.

Thank you.

But as Mr. Finch is aware, it is only in exceptional circumstances that a curate is promoted within his own parish-- for example, if he had a family that was comfortably settled in the area.

It's a shame your engagement to Miss Franklin fell through, isn't it?

ARCHDEACON: Now, I am willing to listen to any objections to Mr. Davenport's appointment specifically, but...

I cannot guarantee that that will result in Mr. Finch getting the job.

No objections from me.

Mrs. Chapman?

ARCHDEACON: Well... WILL: May I say something?

I mean, don't get me wrong-- I want this position.

Who wouldn't?

It's stunning here.

But I know that Leonard is doing fantastic work.

And it's clear that he has the support of the parish.

So I think it's only right that he gets the job.

I'm afraid it's not your decision to make.

Why not?

He's a good man.

He's ready.

I'm happy to step back and wait my turn elsewhere.

No, no, I'm not... Ready.

I've enjoyed standing in, but as the archdeacon says, it's not right for me to take the position permanently.

Thank you.

Well...

If there are no further objections...

I would like to welcome Mr. Davenport as new vicar of Grantchester.

(clapping) ♪ ♪ (door opens) Thank you for being so open, Mrs. Chapman.

Wonderful tea, as always.

Fancy a drink, Leonard?

Not another drunkard.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Leonard.

Will?

Uh... sorry to interrupt.

Mrs. C. told me you were down here.

LEONARD: Will's bidding farewell to the city center.

He's going to be the new vicar of Grantchester.

Cheers!

(glasses clink) Are you sure you're happy about this?

Of course I am!

I've only been doing it a few weeks and I'm exhausted.

I'd much rather be in the background, the man behind the man.

Let you take the flak.

You'll be marvelous.

Thanks.

Right.

Well, I just came down to apologize for earlier.

I was just trying to get moving on this case.

I understand.

And I wondered if you'd look at one last thing for me.

It's called a printout.

GEORDIE: That's Greek, isn't it?

LEONARD: "Two bodies, one soul."

It's Aristotle's definition of love.

Not what you were expecting?

Do you ever feel you have no idea what you're doing?

(chuckles softly): Most Sundays.

GEORDIE: You know who'd love this?

Sidney.

Secrets, affairs... Modern relationships.

Right up his street.

He'd love it if he knew I was struggling without him.

He wouldn't.

And you were solving crimes long before Sidney came along.

And I've seen you in action-- today.

WILL: I know it's not the same, but when I'm struggling, I try to go back to basics: actually listening, thinking before I speak for a change.

What do you normally do?

(exhaling): I dunno.

I ask questions, gather evidence, old-fashioned detective work.

♪ ♪ Bloody vicars.

(chuckles softly) Just this one?

For now.

If you could stand back?

May we ask what it is you're looking for, Inspector?

It's a murder weapon.

Same as any other.

(grunting) (metal rattling softly) JEAN: My ring.

Well...

I don't know how it got there.

You don't seriously think I'd break a metal pipe with my bare hands and not notice my wedding ring had fallen off?

That would be the easy answer, wouldn't it?

Jealous wife, things to hide.

I told you, I wasn't jealous.

But that's what you assumed I'd think.

Isn't it, Mr. Amery?

I, I don't know what you're talking about.

Tim?

You set the whole thing up, didn't you?

Reported a break-in that never happened...

Sent me on a trail of secrets.

You planted this.

No... As if you were programming me.

Because what?

You wanted a new computer?

Don't tell me that's it!

Or because...

They were all together.

You were the odd one out.

AMERY: Because you were in the way!

GEORDIE: That's it, isn't it?

Alex, you-- so, so caught up in your tawdry little affairs that you forgot why we were here!

They were happy.

We're supposed to be the future, the forefront, the... Alex hasn't done anything in years.

JEAN: He took you under his wing.

You're all alone, just background.

Shut up!

Hey!

AMERY: I should've done this years ago, it's old.

It's obsolete!

(hammering, sparking) Enough.

(sparking) That's enough.

(sparking) (breathing intensifies) (grunts) (wrench clatters) (footsteps approach) Are you all right?

(sighs) Never liked it anyway.

(sniffs) ♪ ♪ (bubbling, hissing) (whirring, hissing) (vacuum whirring) (turns vacuum off) What the Dickens is that smell?

I made you a cappuccino.

Cuppa what?

(laughs) It's, it's Italian coffee with whisked-up milk.

Not strictly authentic, but I like it.

I don't trust that foreign muck.

(quietly): Should I tell her where tea's from?

Don't take it personally, she's like that with everyone.

Well, cheers.

Nice to be part of the family.

It's nice to have you, really is.

Too bitter?

I, I can get you some sugar if you like.

No.

I'll go.

(exhales) (whimpering) Hello, boy.

Tough crowd, eh?

(exhales) ♪ ♪ They say progress is inevitable.

It comes too fast for some.

Not fast enough for others.

But in the same way, we can look to the past as the time of our lives... Or an ordeal to be overcome.

The future can be a beacon of hope or something scary and unfamiliar.

I suppose that's what heaven and hell represent.

And like heaven and hell, it depends on who we are... what's inside us... that determines what our future will be.

♪ ♪ (click) CUMMING: Next time, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

WILL: Sorry, I'm needed here.

GEORDIE: Sitting in my office is a young boy covered in someone else's blood... Leave me alone, please.

I don't think you mean that.

CARTER: ...and all mischief, thou child of the devil.

He killed her.

You woeful excuse for a father!

CUMMING: "Grantchester," next time, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

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